He was a gentle man
And always wore a smile,
When others were in trouble,
From him, an extra mile.
For more than sixty years
He served as family man.
He loved the fields he tended,
As well as all his clan.
A coffee shop–a place to rest.
A picnic–time to play.
If friends dropped by and saw us,
With friendly words he’d say,
“Won’t you join our party?
Pull up a chair and chat.
Tell us all the news you know
And then do have a snack!”
For over forty years our bond
Bound all in precious love.
Our marriage, a true blessing
Was given from above!
(June 2003)
(Note: Written for a friend, Marlene Moorman, on the
occasion of the first anniversary of her husband’s death.)